Betty is happy with the Devil's Den

Needless to say, with Robin's ridiculous assignments, the entire casino was in chaos. The poker table was a source of confusion for everyone involved, as Flowers made up rules on the spot and any attempt at banter was met with a disturbing comment about chemical warfare. Fortuna was quaking in her boots, afraid to address any of the customers who were getting mad that the dealer was clinically insane. Bugs looked like a caged dog at the cashier's desk and people were afraid to cash in their chips.

The customers might be going crazy and the employees might view this as a special hell, but at least one person was happy.

"Oooh, Robbie-Baby, this is tops! I love what you've done with the place!" Betty cackled, kicking her legs in the air with amusement. "Karmic debt ought to mean punishment! Your managerial style has really got my juices flowing! This is some hardcore denial play, you know? These girls are going to learn who's boss in no time! Well, except maybe Flowers. I've put it two-to-one odds she burns the place down, but if she does, hey, I get to collect on my insurance policy."

Colline clutched her hands to her head in horror. "This is awful! Karmic debts can't be balanced with this sort of horseplay! Tis increasing the net chaos and entropy in the world! Quick, Ms. Redd, please redo the assignments!" she begged.

Robin had let her darkness win today, but she had to figure: anything that gets you in good with a sexy devil lady can't be an entirely bad idea, right? Especially if you two are supernaturally joined at the hip. She shrugged and left her staff to deal with the chaos themselves.